Magic Words They say you have a magic tongue that can weave the words falling from your mouth into tapestries laced with gold thread. Curl the words into scented ringlets of flowers formed by petals shining like stars even in the sunlight. I want to catch them and hold on to them without any rearranging. To soak myself in their perfection, indulge so I can keep them with me when the magic turns dark black and the golden threads hard, when you turn them to sharp steel. They’re still your words with a kind of magic twisted together by your tongue but they have become projectiles, explosions of your anger and despair falling, but no longer falling gently. I’m going to catch them and hold them now so that I can rearrange them back to what they were. *First published by Ugly Writers September 2018*
About the Poet:
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.